The monster laughs at the useless blow. �Is that the best you can do?� It mocks.
�No! Wait a minute, you�re a monster, and monsters can�t talk!� As this fact is usually true, one may wonder at the oddness of the situation. But this is my book, and I want the monster to talk, so it�s bloody well going to talk. Thus having this explained by the narrator, the fight goes on.
You dodge out of the way of a hammering fist; barely avoid a blow similar to the one that killed Bob, and all for what? Absolutely nothing. The monster wasn�t ever planning on killing you, because it�s too early in the book for you to die, so I won�t let it. That�s right, all the horrid thing does is shake a fist at you and mutter, �Just wait till I meet you again after the next few pages. Then I�ll have you.�
After that it calmly walks away while smashing everything in its sight. All this time, Sally has simply been sitting on the ground glaring at the beast and planning the best time and way to run, using you as a distraction. When the monster walks away Sally gets up and smiles sweetly. �Good job! You chased that horrid beastie away!�
Then you continue on down the hallway to the door at the end, while plotting how to get rid of Sally by using her as a human shield. Of course, you wouldn�t actually do anything like that, right? I mean that would be mean.
When you go through the door the first thing you notice is a dissected fetal pig. Then you realize that you�re in D hall. �That means the doors right down the hall!� You exclaim happily as you turn around and race down the hall, leaving Sally puffing to catch up. (Not that you care, you meanie) You breath a sigh of relief when you see the door, and try to push it open, but it doesn�t budge. Panicked, you push harder. Still nothing. �NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!� You scream in horrible realization as the employ�s words echo in your head. You will never leave alive.
If you want to try to break the glass of the door, then turn to page 8
If you want to go somewhere else, turn to page 7
If you want to give up, lie down on the floor and cry, then do so in your own time, not in my book!